Death has Come

Nothing to be said,
Nothing to be heard.
Nothing to see but a dark fog,
Beneath my heart like a smog.

Hence the heart to a realm,
Lays the grand coliseum.
There stood the two, well, armored warriors
Both equipped for battle,
Both ready for pain.

Screaming did crash together
Upon this barren arena.
Quietness fell upon the ground,
Once was pure sand; now is blemished sand.

The victors face drowned in tears.
Pain shredded his heart,
For the death of His son.

The warning he wouldn’t heed to.
Nothing to do but hope,
Hope that he surrendered all.

Pay attention to the "he's." The capital "He" refers to God or the Holy Spirit in this case. The lower case "he" refers to the person killed.